Well I know it’s just a spring haze but I don’t much like the look of it
And if omens are a god send like men
Breezing in
Certain these clouds go somewhere
Billowing out to somewhere
In a single engine Cessna you say we’ll never make it there
So all we do it circle it

Uh oh let go
Off on my way
Unseen this eternal wanting
Uh oh
Way to go
So I get creamed waiting on Sunday to drown
Uh oh
Way to go
Waiting on Sunday
Waiting on Sunday to land
Uh oh
Way to go
Waiting on Sunday
Waiting on Sunday to drown

So I know it’s just a spring haze but I don’t much like the look of it
And all we do is circle it
And I found out where my edge is
And it bleeds into where you resist
And my only way, way out is to go so far in
Billowing out to somewhere
Billowing out Luna Riviera
Billowing out to somewhere

Uh oh let go
Off on my way
Unseen this eternal wanting
Let go
So I get creamed waiting on Sunday to drown
Waiting on Sunday to drown

Why does it always end up like this
Why does it always end up like this
Why does it always end up like this

Uh oh let go
Off on my way
Unseen this eternal wanting
Let go
Way to go
So I get creamed waiting on Sunday to drown
Uh oh
Way to go
Waiting on Sunday
Waiting on Sunday to land
Uh oh
Way to go
Waiting on Sunday
Waiting on Sunday to drown
Waiting on Sunday to drown

Waiting on Sunday
Waiting on Sunday to land
Uh oh
So I get creamed waiting on Sunday to drown
Waiting for Sunday to drown